Slaves and women told how cities were forged;
Through contest of blood; battered shield, shattered sword.
The edge of a blade would spark the acid in rain,
The lash of a whip clenched man's riddance of pain.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:21 AM UTC
Slaves and women told how cities were forged;
Through contest of blood; battered shield, shattered sword.
The edge of a blade would spark the acid in rain,
The lash of a whip clenched man's riddance of pain.
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